Charity Auction (Part 1)

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Date: January 13, 2012 (9 years ago)


I guess this story all started a little more than a year ago. My husband bought an old car that he had found for sale on the internet. I thought he was pretty silly, spending that much money for a car that was almost forty years old and in such horrible shape. It was a 1969 Dodge Superbee. We drove out with a friend to look at it, and when I saw it I thought he had lost his mind for sure. It was in pieces. The guy who owned it had started to restore it, but apparently hadn't gotten very far.

My husband, Dale, wanted it because his father had owned one when he was a kid and he had always wanted one. It had a lot of sentimental value for him.

We've been married for five years now and he had gotten lucky when he graduated from college and gotten a good job and progressed rapidly. We now had plenty of cash to play with, so I guess I couldn't really complain. Dale's friend had a large flatbed trailer and they wrestled the car and its various parts onto the trailer and tied it all down and we took it home with us.

It turned out that the car was in better shape than it looked when it was scattered around that guy's barn, and with the help of the local classic car club Dale had it restored and looking like a new car in a little under a year. It was actually a beautiful car, I was surprised. It also sounded great, and it was the most powerful car that I had ever ridden in.

After the car was complete we started going to shows. There were local car shows about once a month and we often drove to nearby cities to attend larger shows. A lot of the guys also had custom motorcycles and they were a growing part of the show as well. The car club was a pretty close knit group and we did a lot of things together. I was kind of glad that we had gotten the car because I was having fun with it now too.

Things didn't start getting weird until we went to a show in a nearby state. It was being held at a fairground and we caravanned up there with our cars and motorcycles on trailers. This time, however, instead of staying at local motels as usual, we had planned on camping on a portion of the fairground that had been set aside for us.

I had some pretty mixed feelings about that. I'm twenty-four years old and have never been camping. I had no desire to start. I let myself get talked into it, mainly because the way it was described to me it sounded like it was going to be one big two day party. So Dale and I went shopping for a tent and sleeping bags and all of the assorted paraphernalia required for civilized people to go camping.

We had our own trailer by now and Dale loaded up the Superbee and we all met up at the local K-Mart parking lot and then headed for the show. As usual there were about a dozen couples and half a dozen guys who were either single or their wives didn't want anything to do with cars and camping.

We left after work on Friday and got to the fairground in about three hours. We were shown to the camping area and it was pretty primitive. They had set up a communal shower using some pallets and canvas and hoses. They had brought in a half a dozen port-o-potties and lined them up nearby. Someone had been nice enough to stack up a bunch of firewood for us. That came in handy.

We set up the tents and rolled out the sleeping bags and then we built a campfire and we sat around drinking beer and talking and joking and relaxing before we went to bed.

I am not sure who started it, but I suspect it was Glenn. Somehow we started talking about doing things for charity, doing things like raffles and the like to collect money over the year and at the end of the year turn it all over to a charity in one lump sum.

They started talking about having an auction, and thinking of what they could auction off. The beer was flowing pretty heavy. I guess that was why so many people thought it would be fun to auction off the wives for the weekend, one wife every weekend that we went out of town for a show. It would only be between the members of the club. Each wife would be auctioned off and then would be the slave of the person who bought her for the entire weekend.

I personally thought that was pretty demeaning, but a lot of the girls thought it sounded like fun. Don't misunderstand, I am not a prude. I have competed in wet t-shirt contests and gotten a kick out of it. In fact, I won one of them, and I believe that I would have won another if my B cup breast had not been competing with a set of double Ds.

A few times I have flashed guys, truckers on the highway or every now and then when we went out dancing I'd wear something maybe a little too daring. I do it because my husband gets a kick out of it, but sometimes I get turned on by it too. Showing off a little is one thing, I didn't like the sound of this slave thing, and there didn't seem to be a lot of rules.

They kept talking it up and trying to figure out how it was going to work and before I knew what was going on that son-of-a-bitch I was married to had offered to put me up for auction first. Right now!

I kept insisting I wouldn't do it, but somehow I ended up standing next to Carl in the firelight and he was taking bids. Everyone was laughing and joking and having a great time. I was pretty nervous, and more than a little pissed at my husband.

The bidding started out pretty low, and pretty intense. I should mention here that owning and showing classic cars can be an expensive hobby. A lot of these guys had a lot more money than sense. Still, I was shocked when Glenn finally won me with a winning bid of twenty-five hundred dollars!

I like Glenn. He is funny and personable and pretty easy on the eyes. He is also something of a male chauvinist pig.

I looked at Dale, wondering what the hell he had gotten me into. All I saw was pride. He didn't have a clue what I was going to have to go through this weekend. He was just so fucking proud that his wife had produced such heated bidding and such an outrageous winning bid.

There followed a bunch of crude jokes about the kinds of things I was going to have to do for Glenn this weekend, and everyone but me seemed to think it was exciting. Even the other women!

Glenn came up and claimed his prize and led me back to his chair and pulled me into his lap. At first he just held me there with his arm around me and teased me about how much fun he was going to have this weekend with his sexy young slave. Glenn is almost fifty. I imagine it has been a long time since he had his arms around a girl my age.

He pretty much behaved himself . . . at first. But over the next hour I had to get up and get us both a beer twice. He insisted that I keep up with him. As the night wore on his hands started moving to places his hands weren't supposed to be.

I tried to discreetly discourage him, but not only did he ignore my protests, the rest of the club was watching us and they kept insisting that I was property now and could not object. Even my husband, who had no idea how much trouble he was in when I got his ass home!

I was dressed in a loose fitting crop top and a pair of loose terry cloth shorts and panties. It's the perfect outfit for long car trips and camping out. Until you end up being pulled into the lap of a man who is twice your age and who has been divorced for more than two years and has a very good idea of what he needs a woman for.

By the time he ordered me to get us each our first beer I was grateful. His hands were getting to be a real problem, and he didn't care who was watching. I got up and looked through the coolers until I found the right brand of beer and as soon as I returned he pulled me right back into his lap and took up where he had left off.

It wasn't long before he had a hand moving up inside my top and teasing the underside of my breasts. A lot of things started to work to Glenn's advantage right then. My husband seemed to be enjoying the show as much as anyone else, the bastard. The other people in the club were urging Glenn on. Even the women were encouraging him.

Then there was the fact that Glenn was, as I said, pretty good looking and in very good shape for a man half his age. There was one other thing working for him as well. He was a very dominant person. He is one of those people that always seem to be in charge, and always the center of attention.

Here is where I need to mention one of my favorite fantasies. Not even my husband knows about it. I suppose one of the reasons that I objected so strenuously to being auctioned off was that my most erotic fantasy is that I am totally under the control of a man like Glenn, someone who is strong and, not to put too fine a point on it, selfish.

I have had slave girl fantasies since I started stumbling through puberty. In other words, the idea of being totally submissive to a dominant man turned me the fuck on. I had never intended to explore those fantasies though, in large part because my conscious mind was fully aware of just how demeaning they were.

Now I found myself sitting in front of my friends and my husband with a friend openly fondling, no groping my breasts. It appeared that some of the women were beginning to get uncomfortable with what was happening right in front of them. Only a few of them though, most were still urging him on.

The men weren't having any second thoughts though, not even my husband.

By the time we had finished the two beers that I had gotten for us, Glenn had pulled my top up over my breasts and when he was encouraged by the men gathered around watching, he slipped it over my head and tossed it away. I had by then, because of all of the reasons that I just listed, and because of all of the beer, given up. I had stopped fighting and made the decisions to teach Dale a lesson. Besides, I said, I was getting turned on.

We finished our beers and Glenn was about to take me to his tent. I hadn't been expecting that! I thought that I would still be spending the night with my husband. I am apparently the only one who thought that though. Glenn was met with a chorus of disappointed voyeurs when he started to say goodnight, so he agreed to have one more beer before turning in.

He set our empty bottles down beside him and helped me to my feet. Before I could turn to get us two more beers though, he reached out and slipped my shorts off so fast it made my head spin. I was left standing in a pair of thin, blue, nylon bikini panties and when I started to protest he said, "If you want to keep those panties on for a while, you had best go get us another beer."

There was actually applause from the rest of the members of the club! I was so self conscious as I moved to the other side of the fire and dug two more beers out of the cooler. I felt everyone's eyes on me and as embarrassed as I was, I was twice as excited. I was glad that it was so dark that no one could see how damp the crotch of my panties must have been.

I hurried back to Glenn. I wasn't anxious to get back into his clutches so much as to be taken into his large arms and not as openly on display. As soon as he had pulled me back into his lap his hands started exploring again. His hands moved over my breasts and down my stomach and he easily wedged my thighs apart and began to slide his large fingers up and down my moist slit.

As he did he started whispering to me how much fun he was going to have this weekend. He told me how hot he thought I was and how horny he was and all about how he was going to ruin me for any other man with his big cock.

I could feel his large cock under my ass and it did feel very large. I was so turned on now that I hoped he wasn't all talk. I had never had the pleasure of experiencing a large cock.

I didn't turn loose of my virginity until I was in college. I slept with four men in college. Dale was the fourth and last. All of them had cocks within what I knew to be the normal range. They were all six or seven inches long and about an inch in diameter, give or take. I had enjoyed them and I enjoyed sex with Dale. I doubt if there is a woman out there, though, who doesn't wonder what it would be like to be taken by a large, strong man with a big cock.

Everyone here tonight knew that I was about to find out.

The conversation had pretty much come to an end. Now everyone was staring at my nearly naked body, and the things that Glenn was doing to it. It was the strangest situation that I could ever imagine. I could never explain why I let this happen to me. I still won't even try.

When we had finished the last beer, Glenn pushed me to my feet again and with the same surprising speed as when he had removed my shorts he reached out and quickly slid my panties down and had me step out of them. There was another round of applause and then he led me to the nearby port-o-potties and we both emptied our bladders before going to his tent.

The fire was dying down as we returned to the tents, but nearly everyone was still sitting around it, watching as we returned to say goodnight. He led me to his tent and held the flap for me.

Inside, I found myself lying on my back, on his sleeping bag while he stared down at me and undressed. I kicked my sandals off and I was ready. God was I ever ready!

I watched Glenn undress and when he dropped his pants and shorts and I saw his large cock for the first time I whispered under my breath, "Holy shit!" He smiled and moved closer and took my hand and wrapped it around his cock and as I slid my hand up and down his hard shaft he said, "You ever have a cock that big before little lady?"

I shook my head.

At between eight and nine inches it was longer than any I had seen. The amazing thing though, was how fat it was. At the head it was twice as thick as my husband's, and it got fatter and fatter until at the base it was at least three times as big around as my husband's. I stared at it in awe for several minutes. I moved my hand up and down over it until his shaft and my hand were covered in the slick liquid that was oozing from the large hole in the very tip.

Then, without any encouragement from him, I moved up and began to kiss it, and then lick it lovingly. He watched me and as I worked his cock with my tongue I kept glancing up and seeing the lust on his face and I was just getting hotter and hotter. I finally spread my lips around the head of his cock and forced my lips down over it as far as I could.

By the time the head of his cock reached the entrance to my throat I had not quite half of his cock in my mouth and my lips were spread so far apart that it was painful. I started hearing funny noises and it was probably a minute before I realized that they were coming from me! I was making some kind of whining animal like noise as I tried to force more and more of his cock into my mouth.

While I was doing that, Glenn was sliding two fingers in and out of my naked slit and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to feel it fill my mouth and shoot right down my throat. Yet I was so impatient to get it in my pussy, to feel myself stretched around his cock and feel his large body looming over me, taking me, making me his slave.

It wasn't up to me though. Glenn couldn't wait any longer. He pushed me down onto my back and climbed over me and said, "It's time slave. Put the head of my cock in your juicy cunt and I'm going to give you the ride of your fucking life."

I eagerly reached between us and grabbed his cock and lined it up with my soaking wet slit. When he felt it in place he stared down at me and with our eyes locked he said, "Here it comes, bitch. You are never going to forget this moment, not as long as you live."

He started slowly forcing his cock into me and my arms came up and went around his neck and my legs wrapped around his thighs and I started crying out loudly, and I didn't care who heard it!

I must have had two orgasms before his cock was buried all the way in my pussy. I had never felt anything like it. Hell, I had never even imagined anything like it! It was the most wonderful feeling that I have ever experienced. What happened after that was just a blur of lustful, orgasmic images.

I came and I came, over and over, and I screamed out my lust and I yelled at him to fuck me harder. He really knew what he was doing. It was the most fantastic sexual experience of my life . . . so far anyway.

By the time he finally tensed up and came in me I was as limp as a dish rag. I lay there under him as he stretched out over me, supporting his weight on his arms and his knees and I moaned in pleasure. I reached my head up and licked the sweat from his chest and just kept saying crazy things about how good it was.

When his cock had finally softened he rolled over and I sat up and got to my knees and leaned down and kissed it and licked it and made groveling noises that I had never made before. I didn't know what Dale had in mind. I can tell you that right there and then I resolved that there was no way that I would go the rest of my life without doing this again!

It had not been my intention, but I ended up licking his beautiful cock clean and when I was done he pulled me down beside him. Taking my left breast in his right hand, he squeezed it possessively while smiling down at me. "That was the most fantastic fuck that I have ever had Kelly. I am telling you right now, there is no way that I am not going to be getting more of your sweet ass after we get home. I don't care if I have to r*pe you."

I smiled at him and said, "I was just thinking the same thing."

Then he did something that was totally unexpected. He reached down and scooped up the large volume of cum that was oozing out of my pussy and said, "Open your mouth slave."

I did! I knew what he was going to do, and it was something so nasty that I couldn't even contemplate it. I didn't refuse though. His fingers moved into my mouth and I sucked them clean, and he repeated the process until my pussy was clean. All the while he was feeding me his cum he was talking quietly to me, telling me how hot I was, telling me what a slut I was, and telling me how he was going to train me right this weekend.

I just groaned lustfully and sucked his fingers as I stared into his eyes and held his huge cock in my small hand. As I moved my fingers up and down his shaft I felt it twitching and growing and smiled. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted more.

Glenn turned over on his back and ordered me to suck him off and I instantly moved back into position and took his big cock in my mouth. It wasn't so bad at first. His cock grew quickly though, and soon I was back to sucking the top half of his cock and moving my small hands over the other half, trying to please him.

I had just started when the flap on the tent was pulled open. I was startled and I started to pull away, but Glenn ordered me to keep sucking. I heard someone behind me undressing. I didn't know who was sharing the tent with Glenn, but I had forgotten all about that other sleeping bag on the other side of the tent. Now I knew that one of my friends was watching me suck Glenn's big cock and getting undressed.

I was not surprised at all when I felt hands on the cheeks of my ass and a cock sliding in and out of the gap between my thighs. I never even thought to resist. I spread my thighs willingly and soon I had a nice cock fucking me from behind while I sucked Glenn off.

Whoever it was must have had a lot to drink, because it took him a very long time to cum. I tried not to pay any attention to him, to concentrate instead on pleasuring the large cock in my mouth. It was difficult though. I was quickly being brought to another orgasm and as I started moaning in pleasure and was just about to cum I felt Glenn thrust his hips up and start shooting a massive load of cum down my throat.

I was so startled by the volume of his release that I forgot all about my own orgasm and struggled to swallow it all. It took me a minute to gulp down his cum and then I knelt with his softening cock in my mouth and devoted my attention to the cock in my pussy.

It was at least another five minutes before the man fucking me from behind came, and I came twice before he filled me with another load of cum. He pulled out of me and collapsed on his sleeping bag and I finally saw who had just fucked me. It was Jerry, one of the bikers in our group. I lifted my head from Glenn's lap and moved over and sucked him clean. His cock wasn't nearly as large as Glenn's. It was much larger than Dale's though.

When I had cleaned him I started to stretch out with Glenn but he stopped me and told me that I wasn't done yet. He informed me that a good slut would never waste a pussy full of cum. I grinned at him and said, "I certainly want to be a good slut, master." I reached down and scooped up Jerry's cum and ate it from my fingers.

I noticed that my heart pounding and I was breathing heavily as I cuddled beside Glenn and we quickly went to sleep. I wasn't wearing a watch, but it must have been around one or two in the morning. We were all exhausted, especially me.

I woke up in the morning to find Glenn throwing the sleeping bag open and moving his hands over my body possessively. I glanced over at Jerry and he was lying on his side watching closely.

I was stone cold sober now and I would have thought that in the light of day I would be having second thoughts. I realized, however, that I was looking forward to this weekend as much as he probably was. I had no regrets, unless you count having lived twenty-four years before experiencing such bliss.

I resolved to be just as big a slut as Glenn wanted me to be, no matter how humiliating it was. I wanted to punish Dale for getting me into this, but I can't deny that I craved this treatment now. I remembered last night, how vocal I had been. They all must have heard me. Hell, people all over the fairgrounds must have heard me! I wondered what Dale thought of his sex slave wife now.

I soon lost my train of thought as Glenn got rolled on top of me. I reached down and helped him work that massive slab of meat into my tight hole. I was more than ready and quickly put my arms around him and urged him to fuck me harder. It was every bit as wonderful as it had been last night and I didn't care who heard me screaming in pleasure.

Neither did Glenn. He must have been pretty well satisfied last night, because he lasted a long time this morning. I probably came a dozen times before he finally filled me with another load of his hot cum.

As soon as he rolled off of me I took his softening cock into my mouth and cleaned him again. This time though, as I reached down to scoop up his cum he stopped me and ordered me to leave it there. I knew instantly what was on his mind and I smiled broadly. He wanted all of our friends, and my husband, to see how well fucked I was.

I looked over at Jerry to see if I was going to be required to service him as well, but he smiled and said, "I'd love a little more of your sweet ass Kelly, but I have to piss too bad. Don't worry, we have all weekend and Glenn is a sharing kind of guy."

Glenn started getting dressed, but I didn't have anything to wear in his tent except my sandals. I put them on and went out in the cool morning air to find my clothes. I guess Dale had picked them up. They were gone.

I watched Glenn as he stirred the ashes and got the fire going again. The sun had just come up, and it would be hot soon. For now though, it was a little too cool to be taking a cold shower. The warmth of the fire felt good on my naked skin.

I headed for my tent after I had warmed up a little. "Where are you going?" Glenn asked.

I told him that I needed to get something to wear but he smiled and said, "Not yet. Not until after your shower."

I moved closer to him and the fire and kept warm as I felt his cum dribble down my thighs. It wasn't long before more of our group started stirring and coming out to stand by the fire or rush to the bathrooms.

As the men came out they all stood around and stared at me with obvious signs of lust. Most of the women seemed to be amused, though a few were embarrassed. They actually seemed more embarrassed than I was. But no one objected to my being so vulgarly displayed. I was a bit concerned because there were probably kids in some of the other camping areas.

I decided that it wasn't my problem and waited for Dale to come out of our tent and see what kind of night I had enjoyed. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face. He must not have slept well. When he finally came out he looked pretty tired, and also pretty embarrassed. He came over and stood near me and said, "Are you okay?"

I smiled and said, "Jesus Dale! I'm a whole lot better than okay!" That got a laugh from most of the group.

He was quiet for a minute, looking at the mess on my thighs, and then he asked, "Are we okay?"

Looking at him, I said, "I still love you. I was pissed at you last night. Right up until Glenn took his pants off. I'm not mad anymore."

"I am telling you right now though, I am his slave this weekend and I am going to do anything he tells me to do."

"And you are probably going to hate this, but when we leave here it isn't going to be over. I don't love him. I will love you if you still want me. But, I love the way he made me feel and I have no intention of giving that up. Anytime he wants to fuck me, all he has to do is order me to undress. Can you live with that?"

Dale didn't answer. He hadn't anticipated that.

Half of our group was out of their tents and standing around the fire now, and they heard me warning Dale that I was going to keep fucking Glenn when we got home. Most of the men seemed amused by that. Some of the women seemed shocked. Others though, got very interested. They had to have heard me last night, and this morning. They must wonder what it was he did to make me sound like that. I expected to be pulled aside by more than a few of them in the next couple of days with some pretty personal questions.

Once the sun was up it warmed up fast and the women who were so inclined went to the makeshift shower. It was just a dozen wooden pallets for a floor and a five foot canvas wall for privacy. The water was in large drums on wooden supports and was fed down into a half a dozen shower heads though hoses.

There was no hot water, which would make taking showers in the evening a much better idea. Some of us needed to shower this morning because, I believe, I had turned a lot of people on last night with my passionate cries. I saw a lot of guilt looks. I think that there must have been a lot of sex going on last night.

I started to get my soap and towel and join the ladies, but Glenn said, "Hang on, you wait for me. I need someone to wash my back."

So I ended up waiting and taking my shower with a half a dozen men. That was fun! Dale was in my group and he watched as Glenn soaped me up, paying special attention to my breast pussy and ass. I then soaped Glenn. When Dale saw the size of Glenn's cock in my small hands he looked shocked. He finally understood what all of the noise was about last night.

We showered as quickly as possible. The water was cold as hell. Then I dried Glenn off and finally I dried myself off. The guys all got dressed inside the canvas enclosure and we went back out to stand by the fire and warm up again.

I remembered my clothes from yesterday and I asked Dale if he had gotten them and he nodded. I started again to go and get some clothes, but Glenn said, "Go and get your things and bring them here. I'll decide what you wear today. Then you can put your stuff in my tent."

I went to my tent and reached for my bag and brought it out to Glenn and handed it to him. He opened it up and looked through it and he handed me a bikini bottom and a tank top. He said, "Put these on, they'll do for now. I'm pretty sure we can find something better when the vendors open up."

I had been avoiding looking around since I returned from the shower. I glanced around now, though, and I saw a lot of people walking on the narrow path that passed through this area. They were heading up towards the area with the vendors and where the cars and motorcycles would be on display, once we got up there and unloaded them.

Most of the growing crowd that was passing by was looking at me. There appeared to be a lot of teenagers among them and that kind of made me uncomfortable. I seemed to be the only one that was uncomfortable though. Of course, I was the only one who was naked.

I took my time getting dressed. I stepped into the bikini bottoms and then I pulled the tank top on and I was ready. We all decided that rather than try to make an edible breakfast at the campsite we would go up to the vendors and find something to eat there.

We all went out to the path. It is a six foot wide paved path that goes all the way around the fair grounds, winding past the vendors and to the exhibits near the front. It winds all the way through and comes out the other side of the exhibit halls and circles back around through the camping area.

The vendors set up in tents on both sides of the path selling all kinds of stuff. A lot of it is car and bike stuff, since that is what the show is about this weekend. They also sell leather goods and biker patches and t-shirts and just about anything else that you can imagine.

Everyone in our group was walking behind Glenn and me as we strolled up the path. Glenn had his arm around my shoulder and his hand was dr*ped over my breast and as we walked he gently massaged my breast.

The vendors were just starting to open up. We had not gone very far when Glenn spotted something in one of the tents and pulled me over to it. Our whole group stopped and Glenn picked up a tiny piece of cloth called a Wicked Weasel. It was semi-transparent and covered almost nothing!

He looked through them and bought a bright red one and ordered me to put it on, right then and there. I took off my top and my bikini bottoms and handed them to Dale. Then I stood holding the weasel thing up and trying to figure out how to put it on as strangers came to a sudden stop all around us to watch.

The salesman couldn't have been happier and he helped me into the suit, taking the time to feel me up liberally as he adjusted it. I looked down at myself, then I moved over and looked in a full length mirror he brought out and I turned to Glenn and said, "There is no way they won't arrest me in this!"

Glenn smiled and shook his head and said, "No. They won't bother you. Not as long as you stay inside the fairgrounds."

The salesman assured us that the suit was legal in this state, but I could see my nipples plainly and my pubic hair stuck out on either side of the tiny strip of cloth that covered my slit. Glenn said, "That won't do." Then he turned to the salesman and asked, "Do you have a razor?"

The salesman went into the back and came back out with his personal razor and some shaving cream and a damp towel. Glenn asked him if he would like to do the honors and with a big smile he squatted down and pulled the suit away from my pussy and soaped up my pubic hair.

I didn't have a lot of pubic hair, thankfully. I have naturally blonde hair and my pubic patch is a thin covering of fine blonde hair which hides nothing. It was gone quickly, despite the fact that he was taking his sweet time.

After he stood up I turned back to the mirror and I realized that I could see my slit clearly. I shook my head and turned around. I searched through my crowd of admirers and found Lyle, the member of our crowd who is a lawyer. I asked him what he thought and he shrugged and said, "My legal opinion is that it is not legal, but that you will probably get away with it in here, as Glenn said. They encourage that kind of thing in these places."

"What about all the kids?" I asked.

Lyle said, "They don't let them in if they are under sixteen without a parent, and they have signs at the gate warning of the possibility of seeing nudity. It isn't that uncommon at these things."

My friend, Lisa, was standing nearby and she said, "You might as well wear it, you already lost all of your pubic hair."

She was grinning and I couldn't tell if she was enjoying my discomfort or maybe she was just a bit jealous.

I shrugged and Glenn put his arm around me again and we headed up to the area where all of the food was being sold. The number of people following us had more than doubled.

When we got to the top of the small hill where all of the food vendors were clustered we staked out several large picnic tables and Glenn handed me some money and told me to get him a coffee and a breakfast burrito and whatever I wanted. So I went and got in line and Lisa followed close behind me.

As we inched forward she said, "You have a really pretty ass. I never realized it before."

I smiled and said, "It was never totally exposed before."

She then asked what I knew she was dying to know. "Girl, what the hell happened to you in that tent last night?! I never in my life heard sounds like that!"

I pulled her closer and put my arm around her shoulder and in as few words as possible I told her about Glenn and the huge slab of meat that he had mastered the use of. I also told her that I had already informed my husband that from now on, even after we got home, I was Glenn's to fuck anytime he wanted me.

She looked shocked and said, "Oh no, you didn't! What did he say?"

"Nothing yet," I said. "I told him that I loved him, but I was not going to give up Glenn and the magic cock. It's his fault, he pushed me into it. Now I guess we just wait and see."

When I got to the front of the line I had to repeat my order twice. The young guy in the order window seemed to be having trouble concentrating. I placed my order and paid and then moved down and picked the food and coffee up at the next window. I picked up the tray and turned around to take the food to the table and I was surrounded by men of all ages and descriptions staring at my nearly naked body.

I was self conscious, but I smiled graciously and lifted my tray up over my head and said, "Excuse me boys," and worked my way through the appreciative crowd. I made it back to the table and sat down beside Glenn and we ate quietly, listening to the comments of the fairly large crowd.

He kept glancing at me and finally he said, "You're having a fucking ball, aren't you?"

I put my hand on his large thigh and said, "If someone had told me yesterday that I would have done what I did last night, and what I am doing now, I would have called them a fucking liar. I am not this kind of person. The answer to your question, however, is fuck yes I'm having a ball. I am being degraded and humiliated and used and I have never been so aroused in my god damn life!"

"I heard what you told your husband this morning. I'm going to hold you to it. I wasn't kidding earlier. You are the hottest fuck I've ever had. You are pretty, and young, and sexy, but beyond that, you are a cunt. I love cunts."

I wasn't completely certain how he would define a cunt, but I smiled and said, "You sweet talker you."

To be continued...
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